[The Caxtons Complete by Edward Bulwer-Lytton]@TWC D-Link bookThe Caxtons Complete CHAPTER IV 2/4
"Depend upon it, sir, it is a part of a diabolical system of buying up,--which must be exposed manfully.
Yes, as I was saying, what is that agricultural interest which they desire to ruin; which they declare to be so bloated; which they call 'a Vampire!'-- they the true blood-suckers, the venomous millocrats? Fellow-creatures, Sir! I may well call distressed fellow-creatures the members of that much-suffering class of which you yourself are an ornament.
What can be more deserving of our best efforts for relief than a country gentleman like yourself, we'll say,--of a nominal L5,000 a-year,--compelled to keep up an establishment, pay for his fox-hounds, support the whole population by contributions to the poor-rates, support the whole church by tithes; all justice, jails, and prosecutions of the county-rates; all thoroughfares by the highway-rates; ground down by mortgages, Jews, or jointures; having to provide for younger children; enormous expenses for cutting his woods, manuring his model farm, and fattening huge oxen till every pound of flesh costs him five pounds sterling in oil-cake; and then the lawsuits necessary to protect his rights,--plundered on all hands by poachers, sheep-stealers, dog-stealers, churchwardens, overseers, gardeners, gamekeepers, and that necessary rascal, his steward.
If ever there was a distressed fellow-creature in the world, it is a country gentleman with a great estate." My father evidently thought this an exquisite piece of banter, for by the corner of his mouth I saw that he chuckled inly. Squire Rollick, who had interrupted the speech by sundry approving exclamations, particularly at the mention of poor-rates, tithes, county-rates, mortgages, and poachers, here pushed the bottle to Uncle Jack, and said, civilly: "There's a great deal of truth in what you say, Mr.Tibbets.The agricultural interest is going to ruin; and when it does, I would not give that for Old England!" and Mr.Rollick snapped his finger and thumb.
"But what is to be done,--done for the county? There's the rub." "I was just coming to that," quoth Uncle Jack.
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